i can't fix the leak you have in your ceiling
but I can keep placing down buckets for rain
I'd consider floating for hours
across the atlantic sea
so that I could rescue you
so that you might rescue me
but i'm just killing 
it's harder when two have this feeling
even harder when one carries this pain
across the atlantic sea
so that I could rescue you
so that you might rescue me

but I'm just killing the time that I have left
I'm just wasting the years as they pass

it echoes in my mind 
this story all too clear but I can't run away from here
cause here is not a place
here is just your face